The time of year has arrived that makes me fall in love with the Midwest. My 35 commute from work is so lovely these days. I pass baby cows and sheep, baby corn sprouting from the fields, and Trooper B. Zika sleeps in the back seat. (Did you know I have always wanted to live on a farm? One where I get to sleep in and someone else does all of the chores. And I have access to walking paths and the public library and the grocery store is five minutes away.) We are all in great moods in this weather (although one member of our family is still ready to move to San Diego after this winter) and ready for a lovely three day weekend together.
I just realized that I would do some chores on the farm. Petting the mini donkey is a chore, right?
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